Never Meet Your Idols!

by Living Madness

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Rarity, Romance
Length: 12304

David was a Drunken loser. Now that hes been thrown into Equestria.... Well he's still a Drunken Loser. But he's in a band ready to make it big as the first ever Equestrian Rock and Roll Group. However along the way he picks up some unusua

David was a Drunken loser. Now that hes been thrown into Equestria.... Well he's still a Drunken Loser. But he's in a band ready to make it big as the first ever Equestrian Rock and Roll Group! However can he get his act together before he ruins all hes worked for and can he deal with some of his more unusual fans.

A story about Music, Intolerance, Addictions, Loss and possibly even Love. As David copes with the crazy world of Equestria and it tries to cope with him.

A first time story so don't judge so harshly haha.
Picture taken from http://crimsonbirth.deviantart.com/ Check it out, does better stuff than i do in his sleep.

Published 2014-04-30 04:20:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-01 02:43:26 UTC

Chapter One. Lemmy.

Nhhh… my head!

David reached up with one hand to gently caress his right temple, accidentally knocking a glass bottle on the floor to one side in the process, and slowly opening his hazed eyes to survey the room.

Ow God my brain feels like it was put in a trash can, and rolled down a hill into a well.

David smiled, momentarily happy with the little metaphor he had conquered in his mind. His smile was quickly replaced by that of a deep frown as the pain quickly reminded him that no amount of clever was going to replace the stupidity of what he had done to achieve this apocalyptic hangover.

As David’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light he lifted his head slightly to see where the antics of last night had left him.

Why is everything sideways?... Ow wait I’m on the floor… Again.

David quickly deduced that he had collapsed on the floor next to his bed for what had to be the fifth time this week. He momentarily shut his eyes again to try and resume the dreamless state he had recently been in. Before quickly casting any hope of that out the proverbial window as a beam sun light glared perfectly into his eyes.

Damn you sun, you have foiled my sleep for the last time.

David attempted to lift his hand up to the Window in a vain attempt to reach the blinds across the room.

Man if only this was star wars, I bet Jedi don’t have to put up with this shit. One wave of the hand and bamn those blinds won’t know what hit them.

David stared at the blinds in concentration with his outstretched arm in one last ditched attempt to force close the blinds before quickly giving up and collapsing his arm. Head flat onto the ground, he closing his eyes once more followed by the obvious realization that, no he was not a Jedi.

David’s thoughts quickly turned from the inability to close the blinds, to the odd sensation of dried sticky substance against his right arm and chest.

Why the hell am I all sticky, what is this crap, aw man it’s all over me!

David’s eyes quickly snapped open as, a horrible thought crept into his mind.
Ow please god don’t tell me, don’t tell me I wet myself, I don’t thing Amp will ever let me live this down if he find out about this!

David quickly lifted his head, biting back the sharp pain of the hangover awakened by his sudden movement. He lifted his arm to his nose and began to sniff. He drew a quick thank you prayer to as many gods he knew and some he immediately made up on the spot, that the smell on his arm was that of hard cider.

Ow hell. Wow thank Black Sabbath and all that’s unholy! I really didn’t need anything like that looming over me, not today. Not to mention I don’t think the hotel staff would have been too happy to deal with that. Man If I had to clean up after an idiot like myself, I don’t know what I’d do. Were the hell did this come from anyway?

David scanned the floor of the hotel room. Before his eyes quickly rested on the culprit for his mini panic attack, the large glass bottle his Arm had struck previously, tipped on its side with a logo of the Apples family stuck to it, with a small amount of the hard cider still lingering inside.
Licking the inside of his dry and aching mouth, David slowly began picked himself up from the wooden floor. His body ached all over from the uncomfortable sudo-bed/floor he had rested on last night. He began throwing an assortment of colourful curse words into the air, so vulgar that it would have made a Rapper blush. Whist still refusing to get up. He instead steadily dragged himself by his arms up towards the side of the bed next to the bottle. He leaned his back slowly and carefully against the bed frame facing away from the beams of the evil sleep stealing sun.

Hair of the Dog that bit me, won't hurt. David presumed lifting the bottle against his lips.

“Ahhh man that good drinkin” David stated out load to nobody, before taking another swig of the bottle.
David rubbed the sleep from his eyes again, as he slowly thought back on the event that had led him to this uncomfortable, but not uncommon state he was currently in.

Gods of the seven kingdoms! What happened last night. Um let’s see, first I woke up around 4pm as usual then I got grilled into by Tempo and Crash again for being late to rehearsal.

Tempo and Crash were both unicorns, and almost basically brother and sister for all it was worth. David had run into them when he had decided to form his band Emperors of the stone almost five years ago. Tempo was the easy going Drummer of the band. He had a smooth almost southern American sounding voice, which was strange considering David was pretty sure America didn't exist in this world as far as he knew but it sure as hell sounded the same. He was a dark brown stallion with a jet black mane and a cutie mark (or ass tattoos as David had originally and colorfully called them. Before being quickly and angrily corrected by just about everyone he had said it to) of a wooden metronome.

Crash on the other hand was the exact opposite of Tempo. Whist she could be described as light hearted at times, very rare times. It would be better to describe her as, a wound up mostly aggressive mare. She was snow white with short by pony standards, crazed bubble-gum pink mane. That David swore to this day was dyed even though he had never actually seen her do anything to it. She was the lead guitarist of the band. Something David had always perplexed him with the name Crash. Which he thought was short for Crash symbol. This wasn't helped by her cutie mark being a (well you guessed it) pair of crash symbols admittedly crossed over an acoustic guitar. She had stated that even though she liked the drums and was pretty good at them. She always loved the feel of the guitar, something David could strongly agree with, even though she never actually touched the thing when she played as she had to levitate it in front of her forelegs using that weird and awesome magic thing unicorns do.

David loved both of his band mates, but hated that they were always yelling at him for the smallest reasons. Such as leaving the toilet seat up, and/or accidentally passing out on the floor next to his bed half naked. Well ok, maaaybe they could complain about that one. No one wants to see someone half naked on the floor when they walk passed. Especially if like David they tended to sleep without pants. And to be doubly fair it was mostly, well actually it was always Crash doing the yelling. Tempo was more the easy going parent of the band. He never actually seemed to get angry he would calmly tell you what an asshole you were being in a way that only made you look and feel worse than if he yelled. Sometimes David almost wished he’d yell instead, but Crash more than made up for the both of them so it didn't matter.

Damn, David thought in frustration. I can’t remember anything past taking that shot of moonshine we all had, had in the green room before hitting the stage. As far as I’m aware nothing went wrong I don’t smell any rotten fruit and vegetables on me.

David quickly looked down to confirm that no produce was staining his clothes, which he had failed to take off from the night before.
Huh, yep no rotten tomatoes must have been a decent night …hmm then why do I have this nagging sensation that I bucked up.

David had taken to using ‘Bucked’ instead of ‘Fucked’ as although he was sure pony got down and dirty, that word had never actually been used before he arrived, and what good was a swear word if nobody understood it?
Just as David was about to continue his mentally self-destructive trail of last night’s antics a sharp knocking came from the other side of his hotel door.

“Lemmy dude are you alive in there?”

“Nughh…” was all David was able to conjure up.

Damn it Amp can’t you see I’m trying to curl up and die over here, he so selfish sometimes.

Amp was the bass player, and even keyboardist of the band. (when required) Coolest thing about Amp was that he was a Griffon, which had blown David’s mind when he was first thrown into Equestria, well besides the talking, flying, magic ponies that is. But besides that, seeing a talking griffon had to be up there as one of the coolest things about this crazy world. Especially considering David had always been a huge fan of Greek mythology as a child, Amp looks visibly impressive to say the least even when he wasn't trying his best to piss David off at every moment. Amp stated that he was an average looking everyday Griffon by their standards, if he was to be believed. Brown feathers with a white head, and yellow beak. As he was the first and only Griffon David had seen at this point, he was forced to take his word on that.

“Common dude you need to get up, we have to be at the Royal Ponyville theatre for the gig in four hours. Crash is freaking out, you know how she gets when everything isn't by the book.” Amp yelled from the opposite side of the door.

David drained the last of the bottle of cider, before slowly raising to his feet for about two seconds, and then promptly plummeting flat on his face with a loud crash as his left Knee gave way in a sharp burst of pain.

“Gah!!! Damn you legs you have failed me again!” David angrily spewed.

“What the Tartarus was that noise? Dude I’m comin’ in” Amp yelled charging into the room before David had anytime to protest.

Upon seeing David spewed on the ground with his legs comically sticking up and his arms pointing in different directions, Amps promptly collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter.

“Ahhaha dude you should, see yourself. Ow man…hahaha wait till Temp hear about this” Amp yelled holding onto his sides in an attempt to regain control of his laughing fit.

“Fuc… I mean Buck you Amp, can you shut you beak for two seconds my head feels like someone’s attached a kick peddle to it.” David whined angrily, slowly attempting to sit upright. Trying to access why his beautiful face had made contact with the ugly ground.

“Ahhaha.. um, ah sorry Lemz,” Amp said trying his best not to burst into laughter again. “Tartarus at least you have your pants on this time, and if this isn't a bit of that Karma thing you told me about for what you did last night I don’t know what is.” Amp stated rising to his feet, tussling the top feather on his head with his claw in an attempt to reshape his feathery hair style.

“I regret ever explaining Karma to you!” David said gritting his teeth though the pain whilst still rubbing the side of his face with his pale hands. “Wait, why would you say that, what the hell did I do to deserve this. I’m perfect, karma loves me that’s why it sent me traveling into a land with talking horses! And a asshole of a griffon who annoys the shit out of me for no reason, all the bucking time!”

Amp just rolls his eyes at the remark, and extends a claw to David to help him up. “Dude you are far from perfect I’ll be first to tell you that, and you can’t tell me you honestly don’t remember last night. Just how drunk did you get?” Amp states lifting David to his feet more wary of his left knee this time.

“Drunk enough evidently.” David muttered mostly to himself.

“I’ll say, look at all these bottles Lemz, it looks like you had some sort of one man rave in here man. You really shouldn't be doing this to yourself every day, it’ll catch up to you believe me.” Amp worryingly spoke, peering around the room at the Alcoholocaust that lay in his view.
The room was trashed to put it nicely, broken bottles and kicked over furniture were placed in every conceivable part of the hotel room. Weirdest of all at the center of the room was a pair of pitch black slightly ripped leggings next to a similarly black pair of Frilly women’s undergarments which David raised his eyebrow at.

Huh did I sleep around last night, wait even if I did, ponies don’t wear lingerie do they? …wait then where the hell did these come from then! David closed the line of though as quickly as it began. It was too early for him make sense of anything right now, and to be honest he was sure he probably didn’t want to know anyway.

David looked down at his feet where the bottle he had just been drinking from was resting. As Amp was still peering across the room David attempted to council the bottle from view by subtly kicking the hard cider under the bed without Amp noticing. Which failed miserably as the bottle clanged against the wooden bed post causing Amp to raise one of his eye brow suspiciously at David, and drawing an embarrassed sheepish grin from David who promptly began fake scratching the back of his neck innocently.

“Ah ha” David fake laughed trying to distill some of his embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah alcohol and smoking is bad thanks mum, Man you’re starting to sound like Crash.” David muttered whist hobbling past Amp towards the bathroom.

“Whatever dude I’m not one to judge, you know that better than anyone. But speaking of Crash you better get ready quick. She’s still pissed after last night and you know how scary she is when she’s mad.” Amp said shuddering extending his wings for dramatic effect.

David did know how scary Crash could get when she was genuinely mad. He had only even seen her truly mad twice, and thankfully he was only partially on the receiving end of one of them, which was why David still had two working legs.

“Amp… just how mad is she?” David worryingly said turning his head to Amp.

“Dude let’s just say I’d be quick” Amp replied his beak somehow conveying a frown as he began making his way to the door.

After exiting the briefest shower of David’s life, interrupted only by the fact that he had fallen over two more times, due to bend his now bruised and painful left leg in order to be under the shower head. Which had evidently been made for a pony, and not a six foot four Human male. After toweling himself off, David stood in front of the mirror to take a closer inspection of his person.

His eyes were bloodshot and the bags under his eyes had bags under those. He wasn't looking to sharp even he had to admit it.
Man I've seen better days, but hell what do you expect from a guy who’s been torn from his life, and loved ones, and thrown into a World that wouldn't look out of place on an early morning cartoon show.

David brought a hand up to his head, pushing the wet black hair off his face. He often wore his hair slicked back mostly out of laziness than any particular style ,he like to say it made him look smarter and more sophisticated, even when his old human friends often jokingly stated that he looked more like a Bond villain. David Stroked the five a clock shadow that had been culminating around his jaw, he quickly entertained the idea of shaving before remember that the guys were waiting for him, in the lobby of the hotel. Well as far as he guessed. Typically Amp forgot to tell him that important detail.

Not wanting to piss Crash off any more. David quickly thought against shaving, and brushing his teeth. It was carrot flavor anyway so he would just be trading one bad smell for another. He grabbed some of the hotels specially made gel, courtesy of the Fancy pants new mane style line, and used it to slick his hair firmly back against his head. Satisfied that he look as presentable as he was ever going to given the circumstances. He quickly did a pirouette in the mirror to make sure everything was in working order, and then promptly left the bathroom.

David scanned the Alcoholic crime scene that had been his hotel room. He was certain he was going to get a bill for leaving it like this. But a bill was a delightful stroll in the royal gardens compared to his mad band mate. David began picking up his clothes from the room, his black denim jeans that was thrown about his bed first, then donning his red and black checked shirt and casual, scruffy three buttoned suit which was now somehow missing a button for reasons David was unaware of, David shrugged he never did the buttons up anyway nobody would even notice, he rolled up his crinkled sleeves that David had always seemed to prefer doing and began to move towards his boots by the door. Just about everything he was wearing was courtesy of the Carousel Boutique. It had been sent to him in a package a few years ago and had so far been David’s go to outfit.

I should really thank that mare, what was her name Rivalry…Parity no um…Rarity! That was it don’t think that a mare named Rivalry would do anything this nice for me. I should really thank ‘Rarity’ for these. She even refused to let me send her some money for them, hell I didn’t even have the bits to pay for them anyway!

After that thought David finally put on his pair of fake leather looking brown boots. Which he had always thought was weird. Cows in this universe were just as smart as pony’s. So the idea of having even fake leather would be like someone wearing fake human boots. But he had never lingered on the thought for too long, or for that matter any thought for too long as most of the time he considered it unimportant in the long run anyway.

After lacing both boots, happy that his clothes where ripping off just about every rock star cliché in the book, bar the bullet belt and dog tags, David picked up his battered old Guitar case which had been leaning against the wall and began hobbling towards the lobby whistling a familiar tune as he walked.

“Damn it Amp where is he. You went up there like twenty minutes ago, are you sure that dumbass didn’t just fall asleep in the shower again!” Crash yelled angrily. Not caring at the fellow ponies in the lobby who were now turning their heads towards her outburst.

“Yeah, yeah Crash calm down, I’m sure he’ll be here any minute now, you don’t have to take it out on me.” Amp nervously replied shrinking lower into himself. Even though Amp was clearly taller and stronger than Crash when she was mad she had the power to make a Minotaur feel insignificant and defenseless.

Crash sighed heavily, feeling bad when she noticed Amp shrinking back in fear. “Sorry Amp it’s not you I’m mad at, its dumb ass David who own selfish sea of self-destruction is once again swallowing everypony around him. It’s not like this is our biggest gig of the tour or anything!” Crash spat out.

She began shaking from anger again. It was not every day that Crash, or anyone of the band mates called David by his real name. Lemmy was always the go to nickname for him. Funnily enough this was because of a mix up when David first arrived at the Equestria, whilst filling out the hospital forms for his release he was still in such shock, he could only put down the name of the last thing he could remember, before being thrown into this world which was listening to a song called ‘Lemmy goes to the pub.’ Even after explaining that this wasn't his real name it was already too late, and he was stuck with his accidental self-appointed nickname, Lemmy. Not that he minded too much, Lemmy was a badass name.

Tempo moved one of his Forelegs and rested it on Crash’s left shoulder which seemed to calm her somewhat. “Look Crash we know you have every right to be mad at Lemz, after what you said last night, but making a scene here in the lobby isn't going to get us anywhere good” Tempo spoke in his smooth Southern tone. Crash turned her head to him, and noticed a small calming smile on Tempos face causing her to look down and take another deep sigh.

She surveyed the lobby noticing that just about everypony around was obviously averting their eyes trying their best not to look in direction of the disgruntled mare. Not that she cared, she was to mad to care however she was begin to feel ashamed at the attention it brought to her bandmates. “Your right Temp sorry” she said looking back into Tempos big brown eyes.

“Hey don’t worry about it.” Tempo said smoothly, still masked in that small gentle smile he was famous for. “Tell you what when he comes down, and we've loaded everything into the cart you can have at him all you like, and I won’t stop you I promise.”

Crash smiled at Tempo, feeling a little of the anger wash away as she looked at him. “Ha, thanks Temp you all ways know what to say to a mare.”

“Soooo, if you two love birds are done, don’t we have a show to go to?” Came a familiar voice from behind the two band mates. Crash turned around to see David standing there with a smug grin on his face, pulling a pre-rolled cigarette from the inside pocket of his staple suit, creased by the tatty guitar case on his back.

It was the perfect level of smugness that on another day would have had Crash floor him on the spot.

“YOU.” Crash yelled venomously through her teeth.

David eyes lids shot up in surprise at her response, looked at her in abject terror. Having momentarily forgotten she was apparently furious with him. The smile dropped from his face and he looked up from Crash noticing Tempo and Amp both making warning signs with their forelegs and claws, in an attempt to stop David from saying anything that might land him in hospital.

“Umm… Hi Crash. Sorry for being late are we ready to hit the road.” David said meekly with a painfully nervous smile on his face. Not daring to meet the daggers that Crashes eyes where making at him at this moment.

David could hear Crash’s teeth grinding in here mouth, which only seemed to amplify the terror David was currently feeling at this moment. After what felt like an eternity of Silence Tempo finally spoke up.

“Um hey Lemz, yeah were heading off now, carts waiting outside with most of the equipment let’s get going, shall we Crash.” Tempo stated in his smooth tone allowing a Hint of Nervousness to break his usually calm façade.

After another moment of silence, Crash finally broke her line of sight from David. She levitated her bags and began to walk away throwing her tail in a huff as she turned towards the exit.

Amp cautious strolled up to David who was still standing their stiff as a board. After a moment Amp cleared his throat loudly enough to catching David’s attention.

“Ahem... Common dude no sense making it worse by standing around all slack beaked, and what not.” Amp said pushing against David’s back with his wing in an attempted to get David to move.

David however was still stuck in place, Crash’s venomous Purple eyes still haunting David thoughts. It wasn't the anger that struck David the most, it was hurt hidden behind them. Something he had never seen in Crash before she was always good at hiding whatever emotion she was feeling, besides anger of course. David slowly began to loosen up, feeling Amps wing on his back he started to place his good leg forward.

“Man I must have Bucked up pretty F-ing’ badly to make her go full mare crazy like that” David thought out load before freezing solid on the spot once again in a moment of clarity. “Ow shit! Did I just say that out loa…” was all David had time to say. Before a large levitated bag collided directly into his face, throwing him into the ground.

It’s gonna be one of those days I guess.

Author's Note

First ever Chapter on Fimfic cheers for reading. Please comment if i 'bucked up' in anyway. I know this page is probably rife with Comma splicing and spelling mistakes. (And i will be editing it from time to time i promise)
so i apologize in advance and don't worry about criticism. "teching makes my brain less ah stupider er" so comment away. I'm a big guy i can take it!

Chapter Two. The Number One Fan(s).

Chapter Two. The Number One Fan(s).

Rainbow Dash stretched out here forelegs and wings as she sat up. Giving a load overdrawn yawn before throwing the covers off her, and lifting herself from the comfort of her cloud bed. She moved towards the end of the bed with her hooves dangling precariously off the side, groaning slightly. She was not a morning person, and never would be. She had only forced herself to get up because today was important. As she rubbed her eyes with her hooves, she peered at a ticket lying on her bedside table with a cocky grin that would have been too much on anyone else. She reached over and picked up the ticket.

“Heh, todays the day.” Rainbow stated confidently with that cocky smile still plastered on her face.

Todays the day I get to see Emperors of the Stone, In Ponyville no less. Me, Rainbow Dash, their number one fan! Dash thought.

Dash thought back to the day she had first heard the band on the radio one faithful afternoon. She was never really one for music. Seeing it as a waste of time, while she was training to hard most days for the Wonderbolts to spend her time on music, either that or napping. She liked Vinyl’s work but it was more of the party sort of thing, and hardly left a lasting impression once she left the club, and the other Ponyville music was to soft and namby pamby for Rainbow’s taste. If she was going to listen to music it had be just as fast and cool as she was, which was why she fell in love with the band in the first place. It was just so different from anything she had ever heard it was confident, Loud and TOTALLY AWESOME! She didn’t quite know why they described it as Rock and Roll she had seen the interviews in the magazines with the band members, she had even memorized all the lyrics. But not once had they mentioned working on a rock farm like her friend Pinkie used to. But whatever the name seemed to fit the music pretty well so who cared really.

Placing the tickets down at her side, she flicked on the radio to see if there was any news on the upcoming gig. That or if they were playing any of the songs from their new album soon to be released, she thought not she was on the ball with most of the info about the band some would say she was a bit obsessive about it but when Rainbow liked something she went all out on it. Even if she was herself a little embarrassed to admit that maybe she new a little too much about the band, compared to the average fan but who cares she was allowed to be a bit over the top. Especially considering they would be playing live at the gig in Ponyville today, which quickly got Dash giddy again at the prospect. Dash lifted herself from her bed and walked slowly towards the radio at the other end of her bedroom. As soon as she adjusted the radio to the correct channel she was greeted with a familiar voice.

“Hello and welcome to Pony Rock Radio, bringing you the rock that will make you roll” Rainbow rolled her eyes at the terrible catch phrase the station had picked, before averting her attention to the radio once again.

“I'm your host Airwaves, and todays the lucky day Mares and stallions. That's Right Emperors of the Stone, everyponys favorite rock and roll band are playing in Ponyville This. Very. Night. promising three exclusive new tracks from their up and coming album.”

Rainbow threw her forehoofs to the air in excited trump, she already knew this but, conformation never hurt anypony.

"You heard it folks three new tracks! All featured live on this very channel so if you don’t have tickets you can still catch all your rock and or roll experiences right here at Pony Rock Radio."

“Common get to the Music already” Rainbow moaned already sick of the overly enthusiastic presenter.

“Alright here’s one of their songs to get you in the mood to start the mourning, and remember everypony, the first three ponies at the gig will be rewarded with free back stage passes, and the chance to meet the band personally.”

Rainbows ears perked up immediately upon hearing the announcement. “Wait, what!” Rainbow exclaimed loudly in shock.

Almost as if the presenter had heard her, he repeated again “Yes folks that’s right your number one band is allowing three lucky fans to meet them personally backstage. But only the first three at the door, before the event starts. So get your flanks on down to the ponyville theatre sponsored by Fancy Pants new Fashion line where every pony can feel fancy in pants no less.”
After the announcement and another one of the presenter terrible puns the music began, and Rainbows ears was rewarded with one of the songs from the band.

However Rainbow was still in mild shock from the announcement, she shook her head to get rid of the surprise before rushing to the bathroom.

Have to get ready, must be first one in line!

She ran into her bathroom skidding and slipping on the tiles as she rushed into the shower. Barely ten seconds later rainbow was outside of the shower shaking off the water from her fur and wings in one quick motion and began rushing to her bedside table.

No time to for food, and drying off will only slow me down.

Rainbow grabbed the ticket in her mouth, and a small bag of bits presiding next to them. Before firing out her front door.

Ok, if head straight there now I’m certain I can be first, thank Celestia I already got somepony else to cover for my work shift today. Ow I just hope I get there before anypony else. Snap out of it rainbow you’re the fastest flyer in Ponyville of course I’ll make it before anypony else.
However what she hadn't accounted for, was a similar sized Pink Mare that bounced up from the clouds just as she launched out the door. With no time to react, Dash immediately collided with the pink blur, before hitting the ground. Bracing for the hard and painful ground, Rainbow was thankful when she instead crashed against a soft small mountain of assorted equally pink pillows organised by a trampoline bellow her House.

“Dashie!” Pinkie yelled in oblivious glee seemingly unhurt or even un-dazed. Quickly wrapping her friend in an embracing hug.

“Uh… what the.” Dash muttered in mild shock and confusion, slowly attempting to comprehend what had just happened. Turning her gaze to the pink body wrapped around her.

“Wait, Pinkie what are you doing here?” Dash stated still disorientated from the fall.

“Duh, it’s Saturday Morning, you asked me to wake you up early because you were scared you’d oversleep silly filly” Pinkie stated bopping Dash on the nose softly with her hoof in a friendly gesture. “You seemed extra serious about getting up today so I thought I’d come by reeeeal early and wake up my favorite blue and rainbow coloured Pegasus.” Pinkie said smiling.

That’s right I did ask her to wake me. Didn't think it was gonna be like this though. I guess that’s Pinkie for you.

“Uh Pinks, as much as I appreciate you coming to wake me up, could you maybe, possibly let me up. I need to get to Ponyville theatre right now its super important.”

Pinkie ended the embrace and stepped back as Dash lifted herself up from the cushions.

“Pinkie, what’s with all the cushions?” Dash stated once again confused by her friends motives.

“Safety first Dashie.” Pinkie said with a huge smile that almost seem too big for her face.

“But where did you even get all these from, wait did you know this was going to…” rainbow began to say before stopping.

If I keep asking questions I’ll be here all day, who knows how many ponies are already getting there, got to be fast.

“Sorry pinkie no time to chat, got to get going, catch you later.” Dash yelled spring into the sky in the direction of the concert.

“WAIT, DASH YOU FORGO…” was all she could hear from Pinkie, but she was already too far gone to hear the rest.

Sorry pinks can’t stop now, I got a band to catch.

Luna leaned her head around the crack in her chamber doors, looking around the hallway outside of her room. She was greeted with silence, and not a pony around. She giggle inwardly and shut the door with an overly enthusiastic slam as she giddily galloped towards the radio. She began fiddling with the knobs in an attempt to ‘tune in’ as they called it. She still had a hard time working these new pieces of technology, even after these years back in Canterlot.

Tis amazing, and at the same time infuriating just how much things can change in a thousand years.

Luna pondered to herself briefly, still fiddling with the Knobs and antenna of the radio with her magic. Finally after a short time of fine tuning, and yelling at the inanimate radio for disobeying its princes in such a way. Luna stumbled upon the channel she had wanted. The music blasted instantly, louder than Luna had expected, she slammed the volume down in panic, and snapped her head to the direction of her open balcony listening intently for any other sounds.

She turned and began trotting forward towards the balcony doors, peering slowly round one of them. She could see the sun slowly making its way over the horizon signalling morning. She had wanted to get to bed early to be well rested, allowing her to free up some time later after court in order to listen to the radio, which was apparently airing a live concert for a certain musical group she had grown to admire. However the excitement had made it hard for her to even concentrate, let alone rest. Luna closed the balcony doors and drew the blinds with her magic. Lest her sister see her awake in her room at this hour and come investigating.

It was not as if she wasn't allowed to, or that she was worried that her sister would find out. Well ok maybe the latter was true. She had stated to Celestia many times over that she was not happy with all the new changes around the kingdom in her absence, and that the art and music culture did not hold a Candle to what it did back before the banishment. It was actually Celestia’s idea for her to have a radio in her room, as a way of adjusting to the culture shock Luna was going through. At least that was what Celestia had stated. In honesty it was most likely more of an innocent little prank on Celestia’s part, at least that’s what Luna believed. Nobody suspected it but she knew her sister had a mischievous prankster side to her that Luna was all too familiar with because she did too.

She had protested at first of course, throwing the radio to one side of her room, refusing to accept the new technology to infect her with its barbaric ways. However on one dull, dreary night two years ago. After having preformed her nocturnal duty’s, and preside over a particularly tedious debate at night court, in which she was forced to listen to two mares argue over what the official size of traffic cones for cart control should be. She was left drained and utterly bored in her room.

Fiddling with the radio idly in mild curiosity. She had accidentally tuned into the faithful channel, which she was now attempting to access. Immediately she was hit with the tremendous sound wave of noise that she had later found out to be called Emperors of the Stone. At first it had been more than a bit startling. In fact Luna had accidentally launched the radio at the wall in a surprised with her magic. However upon gathering her composure, and mentally stating that a talking box was not going to get the best of her. The princess began turning the volume dial again, more cautiously this time until she could hear its startling sound once more.

As the music returned Luna somewhat biasedly began dismissing it as inaudible noise. However her curiosity refused to let her turn the radio off. Hit again with a wall of sound from a guitar and a bass instrument tuned in a way that Luna had never heard or guest possible. The sound was quickly followed by a Crashing of the drums. Hit with such ferocity and power, it felt like the mare or stallion playing it had some sort of personal vendetta against them. Luna had contemplated why anypony would willingly expose themselves to such noisy ferocity. However after a moment this onslaught of music was followed by a still ‘aggressive’ but compared to the instruments much more soothing voice, no that wasn't the right word, confident, enthusiastic, even pained Voice? Luna could not place the correct term for the voice of who she later found out to be the front human David, or Lemmy as he was known unofficially. Somehow the collaboration of all four of these sounds created an entirely new and somehow invigorating experience to Luna.

Interestingly Luna had actually meet David briefly before on more official terms. After the first year of his arrival a tall ‘human’, as he called himself standing upright on his two rear legs he came up just taller than Luna herself but not as tall as Celestia especially if you counted her Horn. Whilst the cause of his arrival into equestrian was entirely unknown to both sisters. He had thankfully seemed like a harmless creature, and Luna had found nothing she could fault him with. Although she remembered him being abnormally quiet and nervous during their first meeting. However Luna had guessed that if she was throw into an alien world like he was, she too would have been apprehensive about speaking herself. David had never mentioned his apparent love for music though, so it came as quite a surprise when Luna managed to recognize his name and voice on the radio in such a way. It was a complete one eighty compared to how she had originally pictured him. In all honesty though to Luna, David was not a very good singer, not by her standards anyway. Most of Luna’s experiences with singing came from one of Canterlots many Operas, and by their standards David’s voice simply paled. However it did have some primal charm to it there was a hidden passion in his wails that made for interesting listening to say the least, and to Luna’s surprise it was by no means unpleasant to the ears.

After adjusting to the completely new sounds she was experiencing. What she had heard of the band had filled her with mixed feeling to say the least. They were certainly vaguer by her standards of music. Never had she heard so much swearing and less than subtle innuendos about fornication and even drugs in a song before. However the music had stuck with her, and after much deliberation and self-conflicting inner arguing. She was begrudgingly forced to except to herself that she did indeed find the music tolerable in a way that she could not describe.

Slowly after three more songs, she was greeted to one of the bands slower more intimate numbers. In particular a song about somepony isolating themselves on a mountain top, with no pony around to love or to help them. That piece in particular had hit Luna pretty hard. Especially after her banishment she had had a hard time being able to convey her emotions to anyone else. Even to her sister as much as she loved her, it was too painful to truly convey the loneliness and longing she had felt during those isolationist years away from her loved ones. Not to mention how unfair, and selfish it would be to put that sort of burden upon her sister. No Luna would not force her petty feeling on Tia like that. Though it was still hard at times even after returning to Equestria for all this time. However the Song made Luna feel a weird kinship to the band after that, and especially the singer David.

Luna imagined David was one of the few beings around that possibly truly knew the feeling she had struggled with in his own way. After hearing these song and again with much deliberation. Luna had to admit she liked what she had heard. She was beginning to admire the music for what it was, and over time her appreciation for them only grew considerably. It was only lately that she began to ponder the notion of meeting the Musicians to display her gratitude for the enjoyment and understanding they had brought her, and perhaps even talk to David about the particular song in question among other things. However she always dismissed these thoughts from her mind, as she had no feasible way in which to meet them. Not to mention it was silly anyway, when Luna really thought about it.

Hmm, Tis silent still. Luna thought to herself as she walked back towards her radio.

After making sure that her listening would go unmolested. She slowly turned back to the radio. Turned the volume dial up to a reasonable level.

“Alright here’s one of their songs to get you in the mood to start the mourning” Luna smiled happily she knew what band the radio station was playing as this radio station only played Emperors of the stone music. They were after all the only band of their genre in the whole of Equestria at this point at least the only ones that Luna had heard of. Making it a bit redundant that the station was to be called Pony rock radio but she wasn't going to ponder on that for too long.

“…and remember the first three ponies at the gig will be rewarded with free back stage passes and the chance to meet the band personally.”

Luna ears perked up her mouth Making an ‘O’ shape in surprise taking in a sharp gasp of air.

What was this, the band was allowing spectators to meet them personally?

Luna knew that if she truly wanted too, she would have no trouble going back stage to meet her, dare she say it idols, she was the co ruler of the country after all. However she dared not make her appreciation for the band public for fear of seeing her sister smug grin at once again being proven right. Especially after Luna had publicly, and often voiced her disdain for the modern arts. It would be too much for Luna if Celestia where to find out about this.

I must meet these Musicians. However how does one meet them when thou cannot be seen with them hmm..

After a momentary pause an idea appeared into Luna’s Mind a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth.

Ah ha of course!

Luna ran towards her book case. Levitating an ancient tome from the top of the shelf towards her eye level. Cracking the tome open she quickly glanced at the contents page to the subject she was looking for, after a moment of flicking thought the page she found the spell she needed.

Let’s see Movement spell nay not this one, Motivational spell pray why would thou even need this spell?
Luna flicked a few more pages forward.

Ah hah, yes perfect Mare unicorn Transformation spell, exactly the disguise. I need to attend the Performance undetected.

Luna studied the Contents of the spell momentarily before committing it to memory. It was a difficult spell by her standards which was why it was a rarely used at all. Interestingly it was actually created from studying changelings. Although was much more taxing on unicorns than it was for them. However with the power Luna possessed the illusion would last until at least 24 hours after the spell had been cast so long as she did not go overboard on her magical ability. As her horn flooded the room with ethereal light, she closed her eyes letting the spell take effect. Upon reopening them she strode toward a mirror in the corner of her room, to find a small white and black mane coloured unicorn with a paintbrush for a Cutemark reflected back at her. The unicorn Luna grinned to herself happy that the spell had concealed her identity perfectly. She now had to formulate a plan in her mind about how she was going to get to the theatre.

First we shall have to come up with a convincing alibi that will take thyself away from Canterlot long enough to attend the event without drawing suspicion.

“hmm” Luna thoughtfully hummed out load.

Ahah a Ponyville tax inspection of course! She had remembered glancing over an old scroll that needed reforming during one of her night courts a few weeks ago. It was a tediously boring. Even saying the title caused the mind to wander, so anypony asking about Luna's absence would most likely not press far on the subject. She could pretend to visit ponyville to gather sufficient data for the new tax proposal and secretly slip off to the theatre to see her favorite Musicians, it was perfect.

Now that she had formulated a suitable alibi, and concealed her identity effectively enough. She decided she was ready switching the radio off with her magic and decant the spell, she ringing the bell simultaneously in her chambers and was greeted almost immediately by an Earthpony maid entering her chambers

Funny, nopony was outside my chambers a moment ago, how did this one get her so fast?

“Princess how my I serve you” the maid humbly stated, bowing in the process.

“We require you tell the guards that night court will not be in session today. As we are needed in someplace else, it is of great importance that you tell them this.” Luna stated authoritatively.

“Yes Princess but umm” the Maid hesitated somewhat hesitantly and nervously.

Luna lifted an eyebrow towards the maid “what is it? We ask you speak up please” She replayed in a more commanding tone than she wanted, she was still getting used to the normal pony speak even after all these years.

“Well Princess, what shall I tell them when they ask why you have decided to cancel night for the first time in five years” the maid said looking more confused than nervous now.

Luna ‘um-ed’ at the statement. When the maid put it that way the tax reform seemed like a weak alibi indeed. Especially considering she could have sent, and would have been expected to send somepony else to accomplish this task for her.

Luna stammered again quietly, as the silence in the room because more than a little uncomfortable. Finally she brought her eyes back to the maid in determination “We require that you tell them that their royal highness is... Ah also in truth going on a secret reconnaissance mission to study a new phenomenon near the Everfree forest Yes this is indeed the case, that Ah only we are able to deal with. No pony else, and that is why night court is cancelled.”

Luna new that was not a weak lie indeed, and if anypony began questioning it to deeply it would fall apart immediately but it was the best she could think of it in the moment, it would surface long enough to buy her the time she needed to slip out of Canterlot and attend the theatre.

Thankfully the Maid simply nodded “will there be anything else you highness?”

Luna thought for a moment sighing inwardly, to her relief the maid seemed to have bought her story “Yes we require some coffee and that you tell no pony that we are up this late especially my sister.”

The last thing we require is Tia getting involved.

The maid hesitated from the look of nervousness on her face at the part about her sister being mentioned, Luna half thought that the maid had heard this command from nightmare moon herself, she sighed.

Will they ever truly trust me?

After only a moment the maid composed herself and bowed once more before exiting the princess’s bed chambers.
Luna stared at the door of her chambers as it closed allowing a small frown to creep over her regal face. Before dismissing it for a happier though. Now she was hopefully going to see her favorite performers. She turned the radio back on with a flick of her horn as the song blared into life.

Today we shall see the Emperors of the stone, and express are gratitude as their greatest admirer!

Luna Giggled at the silly thought flicking the dial up loader than before.

Author's Note

So stuck around this far did you?
Cheers
Sorry again for the most likely poor Grammar and spelling mistakes. I am editing this myself, and as you might tell I have a poor eye for these sorts of things.
I suppose i cant keep using the 'first ever story' as an excuse forever. But it is still all relatively new to me. so what can i say?
If anyone is really wondering what the band sounds like, I have kept it as deliberately vague as i can. In order for you guys to add your own rock and roll influences into it. Personally I like to imagine they are an Alice In Chains cross Queens of the Stone Age band with some Clutch put in for good measure. but that's just my inner fan squealing Haha
Anyway once again comment on my atrocious spelling. Let me know what you think, and keep on Rocking. \m/

Chapter Three. That Long Gravel Road…

The slow grinding of the wheels against the forest path accompanied by the soft sounds of trotting hooves on gravel from the two Stallion drives made for Tranquill aura of sounds which echoed through the large oak trees. It was the only thing that could be heard from the cart, currently transporting the band towards Ponyville. As the warm mid-afternoon sun crossed over the sky, David had his head arched back leaning against one of the walls of the cart. His hand pressing a napkin over his nose stemming the blood that was leaking from his damaged nostrils, were Crash’s bag had connected sharply with them.

After a long time of slightly tense, but more so now tranquil silence. Satisfied that his partially swollen nose had stopped bleeding for the most part, David lifted his head back down. Facing the inside of the cart adjacent to him was Tempo contently reading one of his fictional Romance novels, he always seemed to carry around with him.

How he can read that trash, then again the last book I read wasn't much better, what was it, it was about a boy and his fire breathing robot dragon… wait was that a book or my imagination ever way that’s already WAY way better!

David turned his head left towards the back end of the cart, he could see Amp scratching his claws against the inside of the wooden wagon nervously, David new this was a normal subconscious ritual for Amp. It helped relive the nerves and stress of an upcoming gig. It didn’t help that this was going to be one of the most anticipated stops on their tour. Which Crash was always so happy to remind them about. David eyes at last turned to Crash, she was rubbing her own forehooves together in a circle, David lifted his eyebrow in mild confusion it was usual for Amp to be a bit nervous for a gig not that he would ever admit it proud as he was. But the way that Crash was rubbing her hooves together. This made David worry somewhat, it was alien to see Crash look anything but determined or infuriated. To see her nervous or at least apprehensive about anything meant something was up.

We’ve had more important gigs than this why does it look like she’s freaking out? I mean yeah this is going to be one of the most important gigs we’ve played as the headliners. But hell we’ve played Canterlot as a support band to double the number before, and she hardly seemed to notice. What’s gotten into her?

As if he could read David’s thoughts, Tempo gazed up from his novel. “Hey Lemz you okay? Don’t worry its fine to feel nervous this is a big gig for us.” Tempo stated in his smooth voice more to everyone than David.

That’s Tempo for you always thinking of the band.

David couldn’t help but smile. “Hell Temp I’m all good, except for probably needed a nose job or something. A little thing like crowds doesn’t scare me, not when I got good friends and a bottle of jack.” David stated to Tempo.

Subconsciously David drifted his gaze to Crash who looked up from her hoofs briefly to meet his eyes before angrily huffing and turning around to face the outside of the cart. This was only partially true in fact, David was actually pretty terrified of large crowds. Even so as always liquid courage in the form of hard cider, had once again allowed David to face his fears, I’ll be it in a more stammered and disorientated way, even if David did have enough control to get through the gig in one piece.

Tempo smiled again, however David noticed it was more forced this time Tempo always told David that his ‘Drinking Aid’ was more of a ‘Drinking Problem’ and had tried to talk to David about it many times. Which was usually met with angry mixed results, as David refused to even acknowledge anything wrong with it.

And why should I, hell I’m my own man, who cares what I do, as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Hell it even helps me perform better I should be rewarded for my creative thinking.

Tempo turned his gaze slowly towards Amp. Who was still staring off into the distance, clawing at the side of the cart with his talons “What about you Amp you look like your about to go to war.”

Amp looked up despairingly from his daze. “What no dude I’m fine man, always cool you know that’s me the essence of cool ha-ha” Amp nervously spewed out, erecting a Smile so fake it could be seen for miles.

Tempo raised an eyebrows that smooth smile never leaving his face. “Huh well the Claw marks on the cart say otherwise.” He pointed his hoof in amusement as Amp looked down at his left claw and then at the deep indents on the wood before quickly lifting them up to his neck in nonchalant way as if nothing was the matter.

“Umm haha, OK so mayyybe I’m a little tiny bit nervous. I mean this is our first headliner gig in such a big venue.”
“It’s not that big.” David chimed in turning his attention towards Amp. "Hell Cloudsdale Stadium now that was huge and you came out just fine from that.”

“True Lemz, but that was different we weren't the big focus. If we bucked up we at least had the other acts to come in and help out, now it’s all down to us!”

David smiled at Amps uncharacteristically nervous attitude.

Ha maybe this is my time to get a little revenge for waking me. Let’s see if those 4 years of forced acting classes can finally pay off.

“God Amp when you put it like that you’re so right were bucked! If we mess up they’ll be after our heads. If tonight doesn’t go right the crowd could turn on us, we could end up starting a riot get kicked out of Ponyville, dropped from the label, hell we could loss everything!” David dramatically ranted holding his hands to his face in a mock fit of terror. As he turned to Tempo then back to Amp and was richly rewarded for his efforts.

The look of abject horror on Amps face at that moment, could only be described as priceless.

God, if you’re real, you’ll send me a camera right now. So that I may forever capture this golden moment.

David couldn't contain the stern mask on his face anymore. He broke down in a fit of laughter throwing himself to the floor of the cart.
“That’s not funny dude, it could happen!” Amp yelled back still scared, but trying to regain some of his composure.

Tempo allowed himself a chuckle before closing his book “Amp do you really think that Ponyville of all places, the town that’s supposedly faced off an Ursa Minor, Discord and Celestia knows what else, and come out fine and dandy. Do you really believe that were gonna be the ones that cause a riot. I mean our music’s a bit on the wildside true, but I doesn't turn people into mindless lunatics.” Tempo countered.

“Well I mean the crowd will be fine hopefully. But now that I think about what happens if they show up you know who I’m talking about…”

David knew exactly where this was going. Since his five years in Equestria David was welcomed by mostly everypony around. ‘Mostly’ being the key term. At first everyone was a little apprehensive around him, but since Celestia had claimed he was no harm to anyone, and time to prove this also on his side he had proven that he was not a detriment to anyone’s heath. (well besides accidentally steeping on Princess Cadences hair that one time, David always claimed that was not his fault the her hair was so long and huge and goes all the way down to the floor, it would be insane not to accidentally trip on it and almost burn Canterlot castle down. Though that was another story.)
However there were some ponies who still distrust and possibly even down right hated David for what he was. Arguably this wasn't entirely helped when the band began.

David’s introduction of Rock music to Equestria had in some places accidentally helped stir up some kind of Pony equivalent Moral panic, the likes of which David hadn't seen since he went to that Marilyn Manson show (that one time he swears) in his early teens. Whist it was great for publicity, the hatred that had come mainly towards the band and David himself now had a fake excuse to hide behind besides general bigotry. Again it wasn't helped that David stuck out like a sore thumb even among his unusual band mates. he had heard some pony’s even went as far as to state that he was pure evil, and up there with Discord, and Nightmare Moon herself. The music was apparently his way of spreading his message to corrupt good ponies everywhere. Which of course was a blatant lie, and if any of them had sat through even one song they would have known this. However radical minds could not be easily changed and David didn’t really care enough to stop them. So long as the shows kept coming and the crowds where happy the rest could rot in Tartarus for all he and most of the band cared.

This time surprisingly Crash turned around to answer Amp “We don’t have to worry about them Amp, security will handle that, and besides nobody pays any attention to those ponies anyway their just angry morons, using us as an excuse!” Crash stated calmly before rising her voice to emphasis the end, turned around for a second towards David who was looked down in thought a small frown on his face.

Well I guess it’s the same everywhere you go. Well at least theirs no sexism in this world as far as I know that’s a plus I guess.

David pulled a cigarette into his fingers, that had previously been resting between his left ear, and head. He looked up to Tempo. “uh hey Temp a little help.” David said looking up and pointing to the cigarette now resting between his lips.

“Yeah sure.” With a small glow from Tempo's horn, the tip of the cigarette caught fire and David exhaled filling the cart with smoke.

Amp began coughing mockingly at first, then after a moment began genuine coughing. “Dude can you not blow that shit into the cart lean outside or something will you, dear Celestia.” David sighed “Ok then you, and I have to switch so I can blow it down wind you cry baby.”
“Whatever I just don’t want that shit in my lungs, I’m still a griffon in his prime unlike you, your fat flank.” Amp stated half mockingly before standing up.

“I’m Not fat!” David yelled touchily at Amp, who seemed to have hit one David’s soft spots. David in fact wasn't fat at all Thanks to being in Equestria, besides the smoking and drinking he was in the best shape of his life. He physically couldn't get fat as much as he had tried and he did try. Being that pony only ever ate vegetables or variations of them. David had actually lost a lot of weight almost dangerously so in the first year. Lucky he had been told by one of his friends back in Canterlot, that there was a specialist place where they served meat. It was like a mock tavern that served certain types of meat and fish, for when griffons would travel into the city. That had actually been where David had first meet Amp.

“Yes you are, now get that huge flank of yours and go sit over there and be careful you don’t crush me with those massive love handles.” Amp answered back sticking his tongue out from his beak. Trying his best not to laugh at David who was now starring angry at Amp as he passed.

As David sat down sulking until a thought struck him. He was in fact sitting directly opposite Crash, even though she was had once again turned her back to the cart, the idea still made David nervous.

Shit she’s is right next to me, I didn’t think this through. Buck I bet Amp did the Bastard, I’m so getting him for this one. Ow shoot well had to cross this bridge sooner or later.

David turned his head around the cart seeing Tempo begin talking to Amp about some sort of new drum riff he had been working on David had heard him mention this before, that would keep them occupied for a while. Turning once again towards Crash still facing away from David, her whole back was beside his as he leaned against the cart taking another drag of his cigarette.

David tried to worked up the courage to speak, he opened his mouth to talk unfortunately nothing came out, what could he say? He didn’t know why she was mad at him, he knew it was big but without anything to go on was this just going to fuel the fire.

I suppose saying nothing makes it look like I’m trying to avoid talking to her. That could be worse common man you sang in front of hundreds of ponies, speaking to one is no big deal, maybe... Maybe if I just have a small drink, I can get the train of thoughts going across the track. Hey that was pretty good got to remember that one for a song or something.

David pulled out a small flask from the inner pocket of his suit, popping the cork from the lid and placing it into his mouth, he gave a large couple of gulps before letting it rest. The familiar stinging sensation immediately passed his throat. He promptly placed the seal back, and returned the container into the pocket it came from.

This unfortunately caught the attention of Crash, In spite of David’s discreetness she now turned round to face him.

“What are you doing?” she muttered a small creak of annoyance leaving her voice.

“I, um nothing.” David muttered in response, he had not expected her to turn around at this moment.

You were drinking weren't you! Crash more statement than a question.

So… so what if I was.” David muttered again louder this time as the alcohol already began to take effect, he could already feel his cheeks burning as he spoke.

“YOU, I can’t believe you, after last night and everything you said that you would stop!”

I did? That doesn't sound like me.

“You don’t remember do you? No of course you don’t, all that matters to you is Alcohol and flanks.” Crash spoke in disgust.

“Hey I like other things too and wait what about flanks? I’ve never had a mare or anything in all my time here I don’t even think about that shit!” David had considered it for a while it had been some long and lonely years, and he had entertained the notion of possibly going out with a mare or hell if he was really drunk enough a stallion but that was not something that came to mind often and after some of David’s more blackout moments in his old world something he would take to the grave if he could. However on the subject of pony dating, he was just too different from them, although he never outright ruled out the possibility it just never worked out in his head. He wouldn’t even know how to ask in this universe. From what he saw going to a bar and ‘chatting up’ a girl for a night of fun or more, was not something ponies often did. They were far more romantic about the whole idea compared to David’s old world.

“Yeah right. Tell me something you do give a shit about more than that bottle in your jacket.” Crash spoke raising her voice barley bellow shouting.

I care about Yo… um you guys of course, I, I just it helps me forget stuff ok!”

Ok shut the fuck up now David you’re already said too much not today! David yelled internally to himself.

Crash was slightly taken aback by his answer, she was prepared for David to simply deny her accusations like he always did, had David accidentally spilled out more than he meant?

“I… you forget what exactly?” Crash replied stumbling over her words trying to place what David had meant.

“Nothing ok, now get off my back Crash, I’m not in the mood for this shit, not now.” David yelled back defectively. He was angry now and the booze wasn’t helping keep it in check.

“You’re not in the mood! Don’t you dare. Don’t you even remember what you did!?” She said pointing her hoof accusingly at David’s chest.

David moved the hoof away angrily. “Apparently not. Whatever I did I guess I’m sorry ok. But if you won’t tell me what I did, I can’t help you with it ok!

“The problem David, is that you never Bucking remember anything, Tartarus it’s a miracle you can even get all the lyrics right on stage your such a Celestia damned wreck most nights.

“Back off Crash I tried to be reasonable but if you’re just going to keep insulting me then I’m gone.” David was getting sick of the abuse now, and didn’t want to say anymore. He knew fights like this could end a band, and as much as the Alcohol might encourage him to keep arguing on. He knew from experience that saying nothing was better.

“Ow that’s it, typical David. When something gets too tough you walk away you’re such a child”

“Buck you Crash! You’re not my Mother ok!”

Smooth one David, two orphans in the same cart and you had to pull out that childish comment, of all things guess she’s right about one thing.

Crash was shaking with rage now her horn began to light up in anger.
“AT LEAST YOU HAD ONE!” Crash screamed at him standing up to meet his eyes.

“Yeah I did and now she’s gone, they’re all gone or to put it more frankly I’m gone, away from anyone I ever lov…” David yelled trying to match her voice, but after a moment he bit his lip, sighed, and stopped mid-sentence.

Damn it I’m not going to bring this up not now. Not today of all days.

Tempo moved between both of the band mates attempting to defuse the situation. “Lemmy, Crash stop this now!” Tempo spoke with a commanding voice so alien that both Crash and David broke their gaze and turned towards tempo.

“You guys are Bandmates, Friends, Tartarus even sort of Family for as long as we’ve known each other. You can’t be at each other’s throats like this all the time.”

David couldn’t take anymore of this he needed to get out.

“Stop the Cart.” David yelled to the two stallions drives at the front.

Slowly the cart began to slow down, and after a moment came to an abrupt Holt.
“David what are you doing?” Tempo asked confused.

David got up slowly took another sip from his flask and pulled himself over the side of the cart onto the road.
"I need some time alone ok Tempo, I’m walking."

“That’s not a good idea dude, the Ponyville theatre is still two miles from here by cart.” Amp stated with apprehension.

“I’ll be fine Amp just go!” Before Amp could retort, Crash yelled to the drives to begin moving again and the cart hesitantly began to pull away into the distance. Nobody said a word.

David waited until the cart was just barely visible on the horizon, before taking one last long toke of his cigarette, placing his foot forward, in the direction of the theatre. His foot gave way immediately and David collapsed on the floor, as his left leg once again reminded him it was still hurt.

What the hell! Ow right my legs still messed up, forgot of course thanks karma you’re really taking a liking to me today aren’t you.

David lifted his head towards the horizon, thankfully the cart was nowhere in sight saving him any further embarrassment.

What did Amp say? Two miles to Ponyville, well…shit, not my day is it? Maybe I should find something to help me walk.

“oooo, who are you? Came a female voice from behind David.

“What are you doing on the floor, ow ow ow I know I know, are you looking for tiny treasure in the dirt or trying to swim on land that looks like fun can I help? Almost forgot my names Pinkie Pie What’s yours.”

Am I what? Who the hell would say that to a person on the floor, wait no she can help just don’t say anything stupid to upset her David, and you can still possibly get to the concert on time.

David turned his head backwards to see a bright pink face with strands of Purple curly poofs of mane sticking out in crazy directions, staring back at him with a smile so big it looked almost painful.

“Um hi” was all David could say. A little confused and scared at the obvious lack of personal space.

“That’s a funny name” Pinkie giggled quickly sticking a hoof under her chin to ponder it. Before looking back at David. “Hello Mr Um it’s nice to meet you.”

Ow god, I’m a goner.